Tracy Falbe's Blog, page 44
February 28, 2013
Are we enjoying a golden age of reader rewards?

Remember life before the internet?
Shopping for books meant going to a bookstore. There was no online shopping. Some book club mail order services existed, and there was poking through piles of used books at garage sales, but by and large book shopping meant browsing what was in the bookstore. Sometimes there was a sale, but typically the full retail price was the standard.
Now readers are no longer restricted to what happens to be on display within the limited confines of a physical store. An expanding universe of print and digital books fills millions of retail listings online.
On top of this colossal selection, much of it in stock and ready to ship or download, readers also get access to self published writers like never before. Digital technology means writers don’t need a publisher to print and distribute physical books. Writers are going straight to market, and many readers have enjoyed these indie novels that up until a few years ago would have been blithely ignored by everyone in the publishing business.
But wait. There’s more!
Because there is so much selection and talent jamming the marketplace the competition is relentless and authors frequently promote themselves with book and ebook giveaway drawings. Plus there are raffles for gift cards and all kinds of lovely gadgets. A reader could honestly spend all day entering giveaways. Goodreads has a whole section devoted to book giveaways. Recently I won 3 ebooks and I did not even recall entering a drawing. I must have done it while commenting at a blog. Anyway I was still pleased to win some new novels to check out. I daresay that a reader could keep the to-read list full for free from these giveaways.
In addition to drawings there is the glut of free ebooks in the marketplace.
Crunched by competition, authors seek readers with free samples. Please just look. It won’t cost you anything to look! Free samples are a tried-and-true marketing tactic, but free ebooks are really more than a little box of detergent or a mini spoonful of ice cream. They are whole novels that can deliver hours of entertainment.
Most of this promotional largess has really taken hold in the last three or four years. From a reader perspective giveaway drawings and an endless supply of free ebooks introduce more serendipity into book discovery. Years ago there was much less of this. You could browse a few shelves at a book and perhaps find something interesting. You could ask a store to order a good book a friend recommended and wait weeks for it to arrive or worse yet be told it was out of print. Mostly you had limited access and nearly zero author or publisher contact.
Now the barriers are few and the selection is marvelous.
Sellers are putting on an endless carnival of bribery to woo readers. Corralling readers into stodgy retail systems with no prizes might be a thing of the past.
Book shopping is becoming more like visiting a business convention and filling your bag with promotional items from each booth. What do you think? Do you like all these buzz-craving promotions or do you skip all that stuff and just quietly browse titles?
After you comment, please go exploit my desperate attempts for attention and download a free ebook.
Published on February 28, 2013 09:32
February 27, 2013
Updating my kindle ebooks from prc to mobi
I've been doing some housekeeping with my ebook files. For years since the kindle first came out I have been selling .prc versions of my novels for kindle devices. I generated these ebooks out of Mobipocket Creator. Strangely this software generates .prc files but does not make .mobi files. I guess they are supposed to be the same thing, but after the Kindle Fire came out I got feedback that the .prc files did not want to sideload as they always had before with earlier Kindles. As far as I can tell, the ebooks with the .mobi file extension will work better across all Kindle devices.
The trick was how do I make .mobi files? I couldn't figure out how to make Mobipocket Creator do it, which seems odd. I found the Kindle Previewer and Kindlegen programs from Amazon, which seemed to be a perfect solution, but after reading the terms of service, I saw that I technically was not supposed to use files generated from these programs for commercial purposes outside of sending the files to Amazon.
Although I was doubtful I would ever be busted, I still try to avoid violating terms of service and went looking for another solution. I opted for the ever-popular ebook library management system of Calibre. This program converts numerous formats to numerous formats, including .mobi. I converted my .epub ebooks that I make with Sigil into .mobi through Calibre and everything worked out fine. I will admit that I tested all the files in Kindle Previewer to see how they rendered across all Kindle devices. Everything looked good, so now all the Kindle compatible files served from my site are .mobi and will hopefully work well for everyone involved.
By sharing these tedious details in the life of an author publisher, I hope that I might help some other web surfer find the ebook conversion information he or she is seeking.
The trick was how do I make .mobi files? I couldn't figure out how to make Mobipocket Creator do it, which seems odd. I found the Kindle Previewer and Kindlegen programs from Amazon, which seemed to be a perfect solution, but after reading the terms of service, I saw that I technically was not supposed to use files generated from these programs for commercial purposes outside of sending the files to Amazon.
Although I was doubtful I would ever be busted, I still try to avoid violating terms of service and went looking for another solution. I opted for the ever-popular ebook library management system of Calibre. This program converts numerous formats to numerous formats, including .mobi. I converted my .epub ebooks that I make with Sigil into .mobi through Calibre and everything worked out fine. I will admit that I tested all the files in Kindle Previewer to see how they rendered across all Kindle devices. Everything looked good, so now all the Kindle compatible files served from my site are .mobi and will hopefully work well for everyone involved.
By sharing these tedious details in the life of an author publisher, I hope that I might help some other web surfer find the ebook conversion information he or she is seeking.
Published on February 27, 2013 18:14
February 24, 2013
New Release: Two Moons of Sera Omnibus by Pavarti K. Tyler

I had the pleasure of reviewing the first part of Two Moons of Sera by Pavarti K. Tyler when it was first released. That was way back in November 2011 and Tyler has come a long with her series.
Four novels in the Two Moons of Sera series have been published, and now all four volumes are available in a convenient omnibus.
This lovely promotional video explains the series.
To celebrate the release of the Omnibus, a giveaway drawing is being sponsored by the author. Tyler is giving away bunches of stuff, including a monkey necklace and a mystery prize. How can't you enter for a chance at a mystery prize? See all prize details on the entry form below.
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This lovely series is available in ebook and paperback formats at the following retailers:
Links: Amazon Omnibus Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-Sera-Pavarti-Tyler/dp/0983876932GoodReads for Omnibus: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17229148-two-moons-of-sera---ombnibus2MOS Volume One: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-Sera-Vol-ebook/dp/B005U81SCQ/
2MOS Volume Two: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-Sera-Vol-ebook/dp/B007MC3HGS
2MOS Volume Three: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-Sera-Vol-ebook/dp/B0091HC8ZI
2MOS Volume Four: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-Sera-Vol-ebook/dp/B00AYJW2U8
Published on February 24, 2013 06:57
February 20, 2013
Fantasy trilogy giveaway plus excerpt from Sorcerer's Blood by Christopher Kellen

Thank you so much for having me as part of the Elements of Sorcery 2013 Tour--I really appreciate you hosting this interview. I'm giving away three full sets of the Elements of Sorcery so-far as part of the tour, so I hope that your readers will enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for their chance to win!SORCERER'S BLOOD is a critical chapter in Edar Moncrief's character development, with bearing on my flagship fantasy series, The Arbiter Codex. This is a turning point for the entire fantasy world that I've created, and I hope that many readers get the chance to enjoy it!Find all of Christopher's novels at:ChristopherKellen.com KindleSmashwordsGet into reading Sorcerer's Blood right now. Part 1 of the novel preview appeared earlier at the Vaetra Files blog of Daniel Marvello.
Enjoy Part 2 from Sorcerer's BloodCold.
That was my first thought when consciousness returned. The second made me wrinkle my nose against the steady drops of water that fell upon it.
Realization crashed in.
My hands flew to my chest, poking and prodding my center of mass. The pain had vanished. I was lying in a rapidly-diluting pool of my own blood as cleansing rain poured through the worn thatching that covered the alley, but I was no longer losing any more precious life. I rummaged through my robes, but found only smooth skin where the blade had entered.
After a moment's panic, I found the heartblade caught up in one of the folds of my robe's sleeve, its light gone dark. I plucked it out and wrapped my fingers around it, carefully. On the ground beside me lay the silver manacle which had been clamped around my wrist, the sign of my servitude. It had broken into two pieces, with black scorches marking the shattered edges.
With careful precision, I checked the rest of myself. The large gold ring which clutched an amber gem had not moved from its place on the second finger of my left hand. My bag of tricks, consisting of several small magical artifacts which I'd imbued with various enchantments over the last several months, still hid away in a concealed pocket inside my robes. Whoever had killed me hadn't been interested in my trinkets and treasures—just my life.
A quick look around revealed no sign of other people nearby. The ambient light had vastly dimmed, but the sun had not yet set. The sunny day that I remembered had been replaced by the iron-gray storm clouds above.
For a moment, paralysis gripped my mind.
What have I done?
The haze clouding my vision pushed back at the edges, and I forced myself into an upright position. A rush of dizziness almost took me back down to the cobbles, but I managed to sit up straight and look around.
How much time had passed? I had no idea. I tucked the heartblade back into the leather case at my ankle, safely away into the velvet-lined interior. A brilliant warmth suffused me, I slowly realized, as though a hearth fire had been kindled at the very center of my being. In fact, I felt better than I had in years.
Interesting.
I flexed my fingers experimentally a few times, finding myself mostly unchanged. No immediate defects that made themselves apparent to my eyes, and as I at last climbed to my feet, the lingering haze of unconsciousness dissipated.
I glowered down at the broken silver manacle with every ounce of sneering contempt that I could muster. It had been my chain for six months. A shock collar to keep the good little lapdog in line. If only I'd known what I had agreed to when I'd accepted it, I might have chosen to starve on the streets instead.
Ah, what's the point in lying to myself? I'd never have nobly starved if there was another option available.
Gingerly, I picked up the blackened silver pieces and stuffed them into an inner pocket of my robe. The enchantment was gone from it now, but one never knew when pure silver might come in handy.
As I tucked away the broken manacle, a thought recurred. I stood on the street alive, but I was supposed to be dead.
"Black gods," I muttered under my breath. "Who did I piss off now?"
In that moment, a thought percolated its way through my mind. If I'd been left for dead in an alley, my assassin was convinced of my death. Indeed, there would have been no way for me to have survived such an assault, had I not been holding a trump card in reserve. Two things logically followed from this train of thought.
One, my assassin did not know about the heartblade that I carried, which meant my efforts to conceal it had been successful.
Second, the city of Selvaria thought I was dead.
A weird chuckling snort escaped me. "By gods," I murmured. A new glow, this time one of inspiration, warmed my mind. "I get to investigate my own murder!"
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Published on February 20, 2013 06:08
February 19, 2013
See my fantasy novels at Radio Rivendell

I'm pleased to announce that readers can now buy my fantasy novels at the Radio Rivendell shop. Acting as the world's 24/7 fantasy music online radio station, Radio Rivendell in a European non-profit organization. Revenues from donations, website ads (not in the audio), and its shop support the operating expenses of the radio station and its online community.
I've enjoyed this site years. I sometimes choose to turn it on as background music when I'm writing instead of selecting music from my personal library. Its stream of fantasy-inspired music includes compositions from young and independent artists.
All 8 of my fantasy novels are serving as a beta test right now so the site administrator, known globally as Lord Elrond, can test out merchandising ebooks. Heretofore, the shop sold mostly music CDs but is open to including other types of fantasy-themed merchandise.
Radio Rivendell will receive a portion from each sale of my fantasy novels.
Union of Renegades & The Goddess Queen: The Rys Chronicles Books I and II
Judgment Rising: The Rys Chronicles Book III
The Borderlands of Power: The Rys Chronicles Book IV
Rys Rising: Book I & Savage Storm: Book II
New Religion: Rys Rising Book III
Love Lost: Rys Rising Book IV
Published on February 19, 2013 13:58
February 17, 2013
Documentary Review - Murder by Proxy: How America Went Postal
This is the most hardcore documentary that I've watched in a while. This information is real Gorilla tape and steel-toed boots reality. This one is graphic, like fear of God graphic.
This one is true.
Director Emil Chiaberi delves into the dreadful phenomena of American mass killing sprees, especially in the workplace. This social dysfunction emerged in the 1980s at the U.S. Postal service. The infamy of postal employees going on crazy workplace shootings created the phrase "going postal" that is now a sadly familiar part of the American lexicon.
The investigation placed the blame on hostile work environments in which management relentlessly bullied employees. Sadly some reached the breaking point and delivered unspeakable violence upon their workplaces.
Specifically at the Postal Service, the documentary explained that in the 1980s the culture at the post office dramatically changed. What had once been viewed as a friendly civil service became something that had to be run like a business and demanded ever increasing production. Processing machines that moved mail faster than humans could deal with it stepped up stress levels, inflicted physical disabilities, and gave management plenty of reasons to write up employees for failure to perform properly.
Postal employees, including survivors of shooting sprees, repeatedly expressed in interviews that they understood why the coworker went on the rampage. Prolonged harassment from managers and supervisors was cited as the reason for the violence.
Although the documentary focused on the glaring example of the Postal Service, the story expanded its commentary to include the erosion of worker rights since the Reagan Administration and the prevalence of employees being bullied by management. The legal system is overwhelming skewed toward supporting employers against employee complaints. Employees have no legal protections from managerial abuse.
Ever increasing demands for production coupled with reduced benefits, lack of job security, and few options for alternative employment are widespread throughout American workplaces. Unhappy workers often feel trapped in their dignity-stripping situations because they can't find work that pays a living wage or offers benefits.
The deterioration of people's ability to earn a living or at least be treated with human dignity fosters widespread alienation. Alienated hopeless people sometimes turn to violence. A business culture that encourages worker abuse and treats people like garbage sucks the compassion out of society.
Murder by Proxy: How America Went Postal is such an important documentary. So many American workers suffer under the boot heels of abuse meant to make them feel small and helpless. Many people can't know their work schedules even a few days ahead of time. Countless petty supervisors hold their power to fire people and potentially put them and their families in the street over their heads. Many people have physical demands placed on them that grind their bodies down with chronic pain. More workers every year have to labor in the limbo of temporary employment and never gain a permanent position, all by design and without any hope of getting ahead.
It's completely accepted as part of our society that most people hate their jobs. The collective misery of so many workplaces has spread throughout society into mall shootings, highway shootings, and school shootings.
When most people live in hateful situations, then flare ups of terrible rage will become routine. The documentary presented awful images from the workplaces shootings. People felled at their desks with rivers of blood soaking into meaningless paperwork. Then chilling images from surveillance cameras showed brutal murders. Eerily calm murderers stalked the halls, guns in both hands, and killed people left and right as casually as playing a video game. Something had stripped them utterly of their humanity.
This documentary is terrifying. There is so much pain and fear out there. If you are being bullied in the workplace, I have no answers for you. Just please know that you do not suffer alone. Please don't copy what so many other destroyed souls have been driven to.
I applaud Emil Chiaberi for making this important documentary. See more about the film and buy Murder by Proxy on DVD or download.
Published on February 17, 2013 17:21
February 15, 2013
World Traveler Elizabeth Baxter talks fantasy novels

What places have you visited as you pursue your professed passion for world travel?Traveling is one of those things that makes me feel truly alive. There's something magical about seeing a new place, new culture, new people for the first time. I love the feeling of not knowing where you'll be sleeping tomorrow and wondering what new experiences lie beyond the bend in the road. I've been to lots of places: most of Europe, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, the South Pacific, Nepal, but my favourite place has to be East Africa. I traveled up through a number of countries, and whilst I saw some appalling poverty, I met some wonderfully warm people and saw landscapes and animals that took my breath away. The trouble with travelling is that its like a bug - once you're bitten it just gets worse. The more I see the more I want to see. Borneo and Madagascar are next on my list.
Your blog says you like cricket. Could you explain it for your American audience? Wait a minute. Don't bother. All the eyes in North America just glazed over.Lol! Quite a lot of British eyes would glaze over too! Cricket is an acquired taste. You have to have quite a lot of patience - especially as games last five days! England play Australia in the ashes in the summer (a very old rivalry that can get quite heated). Can't wait!
Explain your online identity "Small Blonde Hippy".This stems from my days as a student. Back when email first started becoming popular I wanted to set myself up with an account but couldn't think of a username. Well, I'm quite short, blonde, and have always been into environmentalism, animal rights, that sort of thing. So one of my friends said, "Why don't you use Small Blonde Hippy?" and it's stuck ever since. However, a username that seems quite cool when you're a student suddenly becomes a little embarrassing when you have to tell it to your bank manager or accountant!
It looks like you just started publishing your fiction in 2012. How has your inaugural year as a published writer been going?It's been lots of fun but very hard work! There has been so much to learn. I feel I'm a better writer now than I was then but the learning never stops. This is my first blog tour so I'm learning something right now! I hope to have lots more publications out in 2013 and hope this will be a great year!
Your Wrath of the Northmen series has a first book and a prequel out. When do you expect to complete the rest of the planned trilogy?Book 2 of The Wrath of the Northmen should be out in Summer 2013 and book 3 in Autum 2013. However, right now I'm concentrating on my new series, The Songmaker. Book 1, The Last Priestess, is out now and the second book, The King's Mage, should (hopefully) be out in April 2013.
Wrath of the Northmen mixes science and magic. Give an example of challenge faced by your hero Bramwell as he juggles these incompatible forces.Thanderly, the land Bram lives in is a land divided. Whilst his own city is one of science and reason, other areas are deeply religious and see Bram's kind as heathens. There is a lot of tension bubbling beneath the surface. However, when a terrible winter envelops the land the followers of science and the followers of ritual have to work together. Bram finds himself in the centre of this struggle. Whilst he's a man of science by training and upbringing, he soon finds that by birth, he is much more than that.
What do you find most satisfying about reaching readers with your fiction?Telling a good story. When I read a review or get a comment from a reader saying they enjoyed the story, that's satisfying. Knowing that they enjoyed visiting the land I created and following the lives of my characters if what writing is all about.
Places to connect with me:
Authorblog Amazon author page The LastPriestess
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Published on February 15, 2013 21:00
February 14, 2013
A Romantic scene from fantasy novel Judgment Rising for Valentine's Day

Tytido assisted Lydea onto her horse. She was not dressed for riding, and he enjoyed how her skirt pulled up past her knees when she sat in the saddle. Her delicate leg wear represented a feminine treasure next to the smooth saddle leather. The sight of her silk stockings from some fancy shop in distant Atrophane rewarded him with an unexpected rush of confident excitement. Instead of taking the High Road around the south rim, as when people normally traveled to Elendra, Tytido headed up the north loop of the road. This route was little traveled and turf still spread over the ancient stones of the road. In places, erosion had dragged the hills over the road, and they had to ride over the rough ground. Despite the centuries of neglect, the original surface that had been carved from the land remained for the most part, and the ghostly outline of the road wound up the mountainside. “Is it safe to be out here?” Lydea asked after the settlement receded from view and only empty wilds surrounded her. “I have been told about the fen, the fentha—” “Fenthakrabi,” Tytido said. “Do you not think that you are safe with me?”“Well,” she hesitated, trying to be generous. “I heard that the beast can kill many men at once.”Becoming more serious, Tytido conceded that they were very dangerous. “But it is a forest creature. One has never been seen on the High Road.”“Then, I shall insist that we not go into the forest,” Lydea said.“No, we will not,” Tytido agreed. “I would not go into the forest without some warriors. It is a wild place, even to us.” Tytido then related his smaller excursion into the forest on his way to Elendra in which he had seen a fenthakrabi fight a mother bear.“Oh, I think Vetanium is enough of the Wilderness for me,” Lydea said.Her comment bothered Tytido and he quickly tried to alter her opinion. “Nufal is a beautiful place, and once a great rys civilization occupied this valley. Humans lived here as well. Come, just a little farther and you will see.”They had been riding around the mountain to the north of Vetanium, gradually gaining elevation, and Tytido knew they would soon reach a point that overlooked the valley. Tytido hurried up the road and Lydea urged her horse to follow. She gasped when her horse faltered, and he immediately looked back with concern. The horse was fine, but Lydea had been frightened when it stumbled.Straightening herself, she patted the horse’s neck. A little embarrassed, she said, “I do not ride as well as you. I am really a city girl.”Despite her claims of urban ineptitude, Tytido admired her perseverance. In his eyes, she did not look foreign to the land. Her hazel eyes matched the sun-dried plains that unfolded in the vista behind her. “You came across the Wilderness, Lydea. I am sure you can handle one short trip up a road,” Tytido encouraged.“You know, Tytido, calling this a road takes some imagination,” she commented.“In Nufal, this counts as quite a good road,” he insisted.They ascended a steep switchback and emerged on a ledge. Lydea exclaimed with delight as she saw the panoramic view. Below her, a dense forest filled the oval valley. Mountains ringed the forest like proud family members gathered around a newborn’s crib. Lesser peaks attended the broad snow-capped mountains that dominated the hazy distances to the north, east, and south. But the massive ruins rising from the forest impressed Lydea the most. She had not guessed that the Tabren Mountains concealed the architecture of such an advanced society. The temple jutting from the canopy was higher than the largest building in Cros, and, for the first time, the mysteries of the Wilderness truly excited Lydea. Atrophane was not the greatest realm that had ever been. Tytido dismounted and held her horse’s bridle while she got down. “It is amazing,” she breathed, and Tytido was delighted to see the wonder in her eyes. Walking her to the edge of the road, he said, “The city you see in the forest has by far the largest ruins, but there are ruined cities all the way around the valley, like Vetanium. This road connects them all.” He swept his hand in a circle to indicate the locations of the other cities. Eagerly, she began to scan the valley and he continued, “We know of five ruined cities, not including the forest city. There is Vetanium and the second settlement of Elendra. To the south, on the prairie, is an old town, and far back in the mountains is what we call the Secret City.” Remembering the chilling scream from the canyon, he added his belief that Tempet and Alloi had come from the Secret City.Pointing to the north rim, he continued, “And there, almost directly overlooking the forest city, is the fifth ruin.” “I think I see something,” Lydea said. “Some broken walls maybe.”“I know it does not look like much at this distance,” Tytido apologized, wishing that a grand, shining city lorded over the valley. Stepping close behind Lydea, he put a hand on her shoulder. “That is where my settlement will be. All the surrounding lands will be my estates. I plan to build a new city and call it Lydeaem.” He punctuated his statement by kissing her neck and sliding his other hand around her hip and down into the crease above her thigh.Lydea inhaled sharply and looked over her shoulder, drawn by his browsing lips. Tytido felt her tense in his arms, but it was a good tension created by the sudden injection of affection. As her head turned, he switched from nuzzling her ear to kissing her cheek. Quickly, he arrived at her lips, turned her body, and embraced her fully. Their kiss deepened, and mutual desires flared, swiftly increasing in intensity. Lydea wrangled with temptation as pleasure enticed her body toward freedom. The power of her feelings startled her and she attempted to retreat. Pulling away from Tytido, she tried to locate her rational mind. Even as she groped for control, the lingering energy of his touches and kisses beckoned her to return.Tytido resisted his urge to simply pull her back to his hungry lips. He believed that she wanted him, but he accepted that he had to let her reach that conclusion for herself. Her virginal uncertainty was endearing to him as well, and he relished how much his advances had flustered her. With the breeze cooling her wet lips, Lydea avoided eye contact and said, “Why do you want to name your settlement Lydeaem?”Tytido said, “That is how to use your language to name the city after you, right?” “Yes, it is correct, but, but why?” Lydea asked again although she could guess at his reasons.“Because I want you to come live there with me—as my wife,” he answered. “Wife?” she repeated sharply and took a step back. Her reaction wounded him and revived hurt feelings from a previous attempt to marry. Before the war with Onja, he had been betrothed to a woman from his tribe. As was typical among the Hirqua, it had been an arranged match, but he had looked forward to his marriage after winning wealth and glory in the war. But when his betrothed had learned of his intention to move to the Wilderness, she had refused to marry him. Her family had agreed with her, and Tytido had been obligated to accept the refund of his brideprice. He had left his homeland as a single and humiliated man. That rejection had burned deeply into his pride, but time had healed the pain. Eventually, he was glad that the Hirqua woman was not with him.“I know the Wilderness can be a difficult place for a woman to live,” he said, attempting to reason with her fears. “But we can live better than I do now. I will have a big house built for you, and you can have as many servants as you want.” He restrained himself from moving closer to her in his excitement. “Lydea, you will be a noblewoman, ruling class. I am wealthy. I offer you life at the top of society.”Lydea blinked hard. The strong breeze tugged strands of her golden hair in conflicting directions. “Tytido,” she murmured. Searching for words, she studied the man whose kind attention made him more attractive with each passing day. Confronted by his passions and desire for commitment all at once, she could not think straight. Only desire and fear stimulated her mind. Tytido stood before her, a handsome strong man. Any woman could potentially find him appealing. He had charmed her as he struggled through his shyness, but she had noticed the intensity that lurked inside him. As he sparred that morning, she had seen him strike with fierce speed. He was a warrior, a killer. Alone on the mountainside, he could make her do anything.

Judgment Rising picks up the epic begun in the first two books of The Rys Chronicles, but readers can jump in at this point in the saga too. Judgment Rising introduces a new story line and some new characters.
Learn more about The Rys Chronicles or get Judgment Rising here:
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Published on February 14, 2013 06:37
February 10, 2013
The Goddess Queen ebook on sale for 99 cents

For three days I'm dropping the normal $4.95 price for The Goddess Queen: The Rys Chronicles Book II to $0.99. Starting February 10th the ebook format of The Goddess Queen goes on sale. But this price will turn into a pumpkin and go away after February 12th.
If you enjoyed Union of Renegades and have been meaning to read the next novel of The Rys Chronicles now is the time to fulfill your desire.
Buy the ebook at:
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The sale price on The Goddess Queen also applies if you want to buy The Rys Chronicles complete series. Get all 4 ebooks for $10.89 through February 12th.

This special price for The Goddess Queen is part of a larger group promotion with other indie fantasy authors.
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Published on February 10, 2013 00:30
February 6, 2013
Apple's iBookstore distinguishes itself by merchandising indie titles
As a self published indie author I've come to accept that I will never be given any merchandising love in retail stores either online or brick-and-mortar. By merchandising I mean front page and category level display and promotion on websites or being shelved in a physical store. I will always be buried where only those restricted to bed rest will have enough browsing time to actually find me. I will not be stocked by bookstores except for the charitable indulgences of the occasional local outlet.
But maybe that is changing. Apple sells ebooks through iTunes in its iBookstore, and it has started a Breakout Books promotional section that highlights popular indie titles, many of which are distributed by Smashwords, a distributor I also use. This is actually big news. Except for the rare appearance on Amazon of Jeff Bezos lauding some big hit self publisher, online and physical bookstores always stick to merchandising the same titles by large publishers. If you surf through online and physical venues, you'll find the same titles splashed across the shelves. This merchandising space is paid for by big companies promoting its new products. That is all very normal and expected, but it also creates a box-store and chain restaurant type homogeneity.
Perhaps Apple by beginning to do some indie author merchandising is seeking to differentiate itself from its competitors. It will also gain goodwill from thousands of indie authors who appreciate the recognition of their value. Amazon has gained big loyalty from many authors by allowing self publishers into the game. This results in many authors promoting their books with links to Amazon, sometimes exclusively. I suspect Apple wants to get into this link-love action.
Merchandising titles from sources outside giant corporate "persons" also offers readers more diversity, especially at the front page gateway level. Yes, large publishing companies produce books that become popular, but not everybody reads them. Big publishers reject all kinds of manuscripts that have gone on to enjoy success in the indie market.
I can dream of someday getting featured in the Breakout emerging authors section at Apple. I've always sold ebooks there and the readers in the iTunes marketplace give me some of my best reviews. For now, I'm happy to see a mainstream marketplace recognizing the contribution indie authors make to the entertainment marketplace.
Read more about this subject at:
The New York Times
The Smashwords blog
Published on February 06, 2013 08:47